The Stigma Called Love - Chapter 21

Nishant gulped in air as his mind just refused to function. Nothing mattered right now more than the view in front of him. Aparna’s arms were completely bare and small droplets of water from her wet hair were falling on her shoulder blades. His gaze travelled over the curves accentuated by the figure hugging gown. Not able to take it anymore, Nishant closed the distance between them.

“Were you always this beautiful?” he asked circling his arms around her hips.

Aparna felt his fingers fluttering on her back tracing the lines softly. Everything inside her melted as his heated palms rested on her lower back. This was the first time she had seen Nishant in these clothes and nothing could have prepared her for the sight. If business suits flattered his broad shoulders and muscled thighs then, this loosely fitted pyjama and half-sleeved t-shirt increased his charm by many notches. Uncontrollably she touched his wet hair and gasped as their slippery ends slid through her fingers.

Nishant groaned as he wet fingers touched his cheeks. Every little tendril in his body came alive with her touch. She moved her hand lower towards his throat and he closed his eyes to savour the feeling.

Aparna looked at him breathing hard as her fingers traced the lines of his throat. If she had been told before that she could make him feel like this then, she would have never believed. But now seeing him responding to her touches, she felt like a woman desired.

Her eyes travelled on his face as a single droplet of water escaped the confines of his hair and rested on his cheeks. Aparna raised herself a little and placed her lips on the droplet and licked it off.

Thundering spasms of energy bolted through Nishant and he tightened his arms around her with a jerk. Losing patience, he moved his head a little and touched the corner of her mouth with his lips.

“I want you,” he whispered tracing his lips along her jawline.

Aparna’s mind finally stopped reasoning the situation and gave in to the sensations rising in her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

He could feel her body yielding under his touch but there was still something missing. Pulling away from her, he looked at her face and found her breathing hard with her gorgeous eyes closed.

“Open your eyes.”

 Although he could see her eyes filled with the passion that was burning his veins but still he wanted to know.

“Do you want me?”

Aparna nodded not able to control anything anymore.

“Say it!”

“I want you,” she said with a breathless groan, clutching the front of his t-shirt not wanting to let him go.

The moment the words escaped her lips, Nishant pulled her close and placed his lips on hers.

Aparna moaned feeling the heat of his lips against hers. For a moment, she felt him completely go still and then he grabbed her closer and moved his lips back and forth.

He felt her biting his lips softly and groaned. He wanted her so much that he could take her right now on the sofa. As she dragged his lips with hers, the fire in his blood increased. 

Aparna’s every instinct told her to slow down but somehow her body was not listening to the warning signals. The more he pulled her closer, the more she lost it. Finally moaning hard, she opened her mouth and felt his tongue plunge in.

Holding her onto him, Nishant messed his fingers in her hair not wanting her to move away. The more he tasted her, the hungrier he got. Her mouth was like a drug, making him weak at the same time giving him the strength to go on.

Aparna moaned hard as he bit softly on her tongue. This onslaught was making her senses haywire. No wanting him to pull away, she tightened her arms around her neck. As she moved further close, her raised breasts touched his chest and she gasped.

His senses went wild the moment he felt her nipples growing hard against his chest. He wanted to feel them, taste them. Most of all, he wanted to feel her naked skin against his.

Without letting go of her mouth, he lifted her up and sat her down on the side table. As he let go of her mouth slowly, Aparna breathed hard to normalize her non-functioning brain. But Nishant did not want this to stop. He placed small kisses on her throat and she whimpered with pleasure. As he pressed his heated palm on her breasts, she groaned hard.

“Nishant!” she cried out as he flicked his thumb back and forth on the hardened nipple.

Hearing her passionately groaning his name, Nishant completely lost his control.

Just as he started to open the buttons of her gown, the sharp ringing of his mobile reverberated in the room.

For a moment he ignored it but then it rang again and this time Aparna let him go. As her arms slipped away, Nishant mind boiled with anger.

Whoever it was would get the time of his life!

Looking at the caller id, he breathed hard trying to calm himself. He smiled weakly at her and then went outside to take the call.

Aparna clutched the end of the table trying to steady herself. Gulping in air, she walked gingerly to the sofa and collapsed. Every nerve in her body was tinkling with his touch. Her hands still smelled of him. Closing the buttons of her gown, she closed her eyes and analysed what had been happening between them.

They had been so close to having it all. Any minute and they would have been in the bedroom with nothing but sheets on them. She could still feel the heated wetness between her thighs. Most of all, Nishant had made her feel like a woman again. In all these years, she had forgotten these sensations completely. Now her body, mind and heart felt as alive as ever.

Her reverie was interrupted by the small click of the closing door. Nishant was standing on the doorway looking at her with a sheepish expression on his face.

“Can you be ready in 15 minutes?”

“Ready?”

“Ya! We have a dinner invitation. Siddha Bhaiya’s younger brother, Siddharth Singh Rajput has invited us on dinner,” he said sighing hard.

Shrugging her shoulders, Aparna stood up and walked towards her bedroom.

Closing her suite’s door behind him, Nishant shook his head trying to figure out, was it fate or was there someone playing games with them?

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